Olivia raised her hands and backed into the room, followed by a security guard in a dark blue uniform with a pistol in one hand. The guard was a dark-haired woman with her hair pulled back into a tight bun and a solid, athletic physique. She gave off the vibe of someone who you didn’t want to mess with.
“Step away from the keyboard,” she said to Claire, and Claire complied, moving slowly and deliberately. The security guard reached for her collar and, activating her radio, mumbled a few words that were hard to make out.
Tara, who appeared to know the guard, held up both hands in a calming gesture. “Hold on a minute, Donna,” she said. “Nothing to get excited about.”
Donna shrugged. “I’m not excited. But you guys aren’t supposed to be in here. I have a job to do.”
A minute later Mimi appeared dressed in a kimono and looking annoyed. “I have two hundred guests upstairs,” she said as she came into the room. “What is it that requires my attention so urgently? I don’t have time—” Seeing Claire, Tara, and Olivia, she broke off in midsentence. “Oh, I see.”
“You’ve gone too far this time, Mimi,” said Tara.
“I thought you worked for me?” responded Mimi.
“You know you’re in the wrong,” said Claire. “Promises were made.”
Looking at Claire, then over at Olivia, Mimi said, “I can understand how you feel. But those pictures were just too good to keep to myself. You’ve seen them, you know.”
“Fair is fair,” answered Olivia.
Looking suddenly exasperated, Mimi snapped, “Be that as it may, I have a signed release, if you recall. I haven’t done anything illegal. You have. The sheriff is a friend of mine and if I asked him he’d be happy to arrest you for trespassing, computer espionage, and maybe one or two other things.” Claire started to protest and Mimi cut her off. “But as it happens I’m in the mood to make a deal.”
Indicating that Donna should lower her weapon, Mimi explained, “My live entertainment for tonight cancelled at the last minute, leaving me in a bit of a bind. Help me out with that and I’ll forget this ever happened.” Seeing the skeptical looks on the three girls’ faces, she added, “And I’ll take your pictures down. Permanently.”
Tara, Claire, and Olivia exchanged looks, unspoken thoughts passing between them. It was Claire who finally spoke up. “What would we have to do?”
* * *
Rebecca and Rose cuddled up together on one couch while Tanya stretched out on the other. The movie started kind of slowly, but there was something charged in the atmosphere that made all of three of them both nervous and excited to varying degrees.
Rebecca and Rose had never touched alcohol before, so they both got
tipsy pretty quickly. They stared
wide-eyed when the movie started to heat up, and it quickly became even more graphic than
Rebecca had expected. When one of the girls onscreen sucked the other one’s
breast while fingering her, then moved down between her legs, Rebecca
felt the liquid gushing from her crotch. And it only got more explicit
Tanya, meanwhile, was guzzling her wine at
an accelerating pace and looking more and more anxious as the movie went
on. When the girls in the movie 69ed while slapping each other’s
butts, her conscience was telling her that this was inappropriate, that
she should get up and stop the movie right now. But she just couldn’t
bring herself to do it. It was like she was hypnotized, frozen in place.
Rebecca and Rose both
occasionally looked over at their hostess to see how she was reacting;
several times Rebecca whispered something into Rose’s ear and they both
giggled. Tanya’s face was red and her nipples were hard, that much was
clear even in the dimness.
When the movie was over,
they all just sat in stunned silence for a minute. Then Tanya abruptly
downed the last of her wine in a single big gulp and said, “I have to go
to bed now. Good night.”
Rebecca looked at Rose and
shrugged. They seemed to have gotten under Tanya’s skin a little bit.
She grabbed the remote control and started looking through the scene
selections for the good parts.
Aroused and intoxicated, Rebecca and Rose quickly lost all their inhibitions. As they watched they began to shed their clothes right there in the living room, caressing, fondling, and fingering each other. Soon the air was heavy with the smell of sex, and the room was filled with moans — those coming from the TV and those coming from the two girls on the couch.
Rose leaned over to lick and suck Rebecca’s nipples, then rolled over onto her knees on the floor in front of the couch. Her head was buried in Rebecca’s crotch when Tanya reappeared in the room.
Rebecca’s eyes met Tanya’s and a look passed between them. Far from seeming embarrassed or ashamed, Rebecca’s gaze was steady and level. This is what’s happening, her eyes said — what are you going to do about it?